Can you hear the rustle…
Can you hear the wind…
It’s in a mother’s prayer that I confine in.
A numinous peace in those forgiving eyes…
A jolt of hope in her constant strives…
A solemn promise she will always keep…
To protect her brood from the drowning deep
This giving nature… no matter how much we test,
She gives it all her very best.
She may scream, she may fight,
She may cry and even black mail us.
She can be impossible for what reason that lies
Behind that entire act is the divine cause.
Not for her own but her little one.
She makes it sound so easy, why don’t we try it for fun?
A hard and tiring job it is…
Doesn’t stop with 36 weeks of caring in her swollen womb…
…Or 36 years of caring for… in her mind.
It’s a never ending task of finding out
It’s her child she always thinks about.
No love like this can ever compare to be.
The greatest of all you sure will see,
Through those misunderstood acts…
We judge selfishly, pushing her aside
Even hurt her meaninglessly.
But when she leaves us, we realize…
The mother is the best...
Even through God’s eyes…
It’s the hardest job of all ….
…In raising You & I !
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Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram ( 08/03/2007)
Dedicated to the Mothers all around the world!
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